SORRY IF YOU READ THIS BEFORE THIS MAY MAKE MORE SENSE NOW.

Oh my God, so i'm really sorry for people who tried to read this before. This is insanely confusing, i didn't realize it until now. So it turns out that Fanfiction doesn't keep page breaks or double-enters or whatever, so if you tried to read this before but couldn't understand it? Yeah, REALLY sorry about that...

I don't own anything Harry Potter realated.

This is kind of where the whole plot line of the story actually starts getting unraveled… so yeah, read up.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The quick, precise ringing of the phone brought him out of his day dream. "Speaking?" he asked.

"Do you have access to the safe house?" the caller asked instead; completely emotionless.

"You're calling me? Since when do you have a phone?" he asked the caller, his voice distinctly British.

"Do you have access to the safe house?" the caller was obviously not in the mood for small talk, although the comfortable tone he was using with the caller indicated some sort of friendship.

"No, she didn't tell me anything about a safe house."

"When was the last contact point?" the caller's voice now showing a little bit of agitation.

"A few days ago," he answered, staring out the windows behind his desk.

"No contact until I contact you again," the caller said briskly, and then quickly hung up.

The man held the phone to his ear a moment longer, staring out the window, and wondering what he had gotten himself into.

******

"Well, I think it's time," Lucius said, after five straight hours of staring at maps and lists spread out over his dining room table.

Samuel and Gregory had not shown one sign of boredom, and for that he was grateful. Unfortunately, that did not mean that they had gotten anything done faster. In fact, they would have made as much progress if they had all been sleeping for the past five hours. They had gotten no where.

"What are you planning?" Gregory asked, leaning back so only two legs of his chair were touching the ground.

Lucius glared distastefully at his position, but answered with, "Brianna and Joe Jenkins were assets, and I'm sure that they will be begging for something to do."

"How come I've never heard of them?" Samuel asked.

Lucius smiled. Samuel reminded Lucius so much of the Dark Lord, and, Lucius was more powerful than Samuel. It was a very empowering feeling, and he definitely used it to his advantage. "They were spies, and only met with the Dark Lord in private so that no one would know them."

"Except you knew them," Samuel amended.

"Naturally, the Dark Lord had me talk to them on quite a few occasions. I often gave them their orders," Lucius bragged. Truthfully, Lucius had only given them the Dark Lord's orders once or twice.

"Ah, I see," Samuel said.

"Where do we find them?" Gregory asked, excited to finally be doing something productive.

"Come," Lucius said, strolling from the room. Once outside, he gave them the address and quickly apperated.

After the uncomfortable feeling of apperating dissipated, Lucius walked forward, not waiting to see if his companions would follow; he knew they would. The huge house set at the end of the drive was easily twice the size of Lucius' mansion. It was grand and open, hiding the people inside.

Seconds after Lucius started walking; he heard the loud cracks of Gregory and Samuel apperating right behind him.

Samuel and Gregory turned looking for Lucius who looked almost invisible in the dark night. His silvery-blond hair was the only thing that gave him away; otherwise they would have never seen him. The bright house on top of the hill that they were walking towards was massive.

As they walked up the hill, quiet noise could be heard coming from the house. As they got closer, the noise steadily increased, until the threesome realized that what they heard was yelling. Once on the front porch, they could make out voices coming from a back room of the house. It sounded like whoever was yelling was running towards them.

"…so going to kill you!" a women was shouting.

"…not my fault, you were here too," a man yelled back.

"…not…and she was right there…who could have…never going to let us live…" the women's voice was almost hysterical. Unfortunately they couldn't make out everything that the man and the women were shouting at each other, because the sound would go muffled every once and a while.

Lucius raised an eyebrow and glanced at the two men on either side of him. He then glanced back at the front door and pressed his long, white, boney finger to the door-bell button.

"…Steven!" a women yelled.

A man dressed in a black suit with a white button up shirt made his way to the door. He wore white gloves, and his hair was neatly combed back against his skull. The butler's face was sallow and thin, showing off his high cheek bones.

"Sir," the butler said as he opened the door, "your name?"

"I know Brianna and Joe Jenkins," Lucius said smoothly, "I need to talk to them immediately."

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't catch your name," the butler answered.

"I am asking to speak to Brianna and Joe Jenkins," Lucius said, annoyed that this butler didn't just go and get them.

"Again, sir, I didn't catch your name. Maybe if you spoke a little louder," the butler said, not meanly, but his words were.

Lucius glowered, "Lucius Malfoy."

"Thank you, sir, hold on one moment." With that good-bye, the door was shut firmly in his face.

Lucius was thoroughly embarrassed. Moments ago he had been thinking about empowering it was to be in charge of someone like Samuel, and now he couldn't even get a butler to give him entrance to this house. Moments later, the group heard a high-pitch scream, that was distinctly feminine.

"Lucius," a woman said breathless, as the door was thrown open. Brianna Jenkins stood in front of him with her hair a mess, and no shoes on. Never before had Lucius seen Brianna look so not in control.

"Brianna," Lucius answered, pushing past her into the house. Lucius knew exactly where he was going, so he lead his small group into the living room directly off from the entry way.

"Hold on, I'll go and get Joe," Brianna said, sprinting from the room, looking dazed.

Once out of the room, Brianna dashed up the stairs into the master bedroom looking for Joe.

"Brianna," Joe asked, bored.

"Joe," Brianna said, her voice shaking slightly.

"What's wrong," he asked immediately.

"He's here. Oh, God, I don't know how he knows, but he's here. What the hell are we going to do?"

"Wait; hold on," Joe said, wrapping his hands around her upper arms, "what's going on, who's here?"

"Lucius," Brianna wailed.

"What?" Joe asked aghast.

"Do we run?" Brianna whispered.

"No, we just go and face him, let me do the talking," Joe said confidently.

"Joe, we're screwed," Brianna whispered.

In the state of vulnerability that she was in, Joe remembered why he married Brianna. Yes, ever since the whole ordeal with Alexia Black, Brianna had turned colder, and he had started cheating. Now, though, the weird sensation, often referred to as love, swelled through him. "Come on," Joe said smiling, "let's go, we're fine."

"You have been here before?" Samuel asked Lucius as soon as they entered the living room.

"Naturally," Lucius answered.

"What was wrong with her?" Gregory asked, as he lounged in the recliner across from the love seat Lucius and Samuel were sharing.

"I have no idea," Lucius answered, as he glanced around the room.

"Do you care?" Gregory asked.

"Not in the slightest," Lucius answered, as his eyes landed on Gregory. After this declaration an awkward silence fell on the room.

"Sorry to keep you," Brianna said entering the room, followed closely by Joe. "Not at all," Lucius said, waving his hand to the chairs next to Gregory, indicating that Brianna and Joe should sit.

"So, what brings you here?" Joe asked.

"I need to find a girl, her name is Alexia Black," Lucius said, getting down to the point.

Brianna tensed next to Joe, and squeezed his hand tightly. "The girl that you are having us watch for you?" Joe asked.

"I don't recall giving you any orders about watching a girl," Lucius said, his voice getting hard.

Again, Brianna tensed, "yes," she said nervously, "you had us watch Alexia Black… that's what we have been doing for the past fifteen years!"

Lucius' eyes narrowed, "Brianna," his voice was deadly quiet, "who gave you these orders."

"Well, you did," Brianna said, leaning into Joe.

"How, was it over the phone?" Lucius asked.

"Well… yes, I believe it was."

"Someone was impersonating me! Fools! How could you be so stupid?"

"You really didn't give us those orders?" Joe asked, stunned.

"No," Lucius yelled, "I can't believe that you have had her all of these years! You do realize that I have been looking for this girl for the past ten years?"

"No," Brianna said faintly.

"Well, we found her now then. Where is she?" Lucius asked.

"Well… that's the thing… she ran away I think… we can't find her…" Brianna stuttered out.

"You, what?" Lucius roared. He was now on his feet, staring at the two people in front of him. Joe stared calmly back at him, while Brianna cowered against Joe staring at Lucius. "You didn't use simple charms and protections around the house so that she wouldn't be able to run away?"

"We can get her back, there are plenty of options for us to find her," Joe said.

"You had better find her," Lucius said, the warning hanging in the air as he strode out of the room. Samuel and Gregory swiftly followed Lucius down the hallway.

"How are we going to find her?" Brianna asked.

Joe stared at doorway where the three of their visitors had left, "we'll think of something. You heard him; you know that this threat is real."

"Who gave us that order before?" Brianna asked.

"I have no idea, but I'll be damned if I'm not going to hunt down that son of a bitch that screwed us over."

The loud crack of someone apperating made Samuel and Gregory run forward out the front door. They had expected to see someone else outside with Lucius, but they soon realized that Lucius was the one to apperate. They quickly followed suit, heading back to the mansion.

Once there, they found Lucius pacing back and forth in front of the dining room table. "Who has the power to do something like that?" Lucius snapped.

It was obviously a rhetorical question, and Gregory and Samuel dutifully remained silent.

"I mean, they knew this entire time. She has been right there. Someone obviously saw it as a joke, they thought…" Lucius stopped suddenly.

"Black," Samuel said, easily keeping up with Lucius' train of thought.

"Sirius Black?" Gregory asked.

"He would think that it was hilarious that I've been looking for her and him this entire time, and somehow got her away just in the nick of time," Lucius said, staring at the wall in shock.

*****

"Where are we with the plans?"

"Well, I think that they are Gargoyle Happy," she answered, using the well known code at the base.

"No problems?"

"A few complications, easily taken care of," she answered easily.

"And, her?" he asked.

"Taken care of commander, your flight leaves in ten minutes," she said, handing over a brief case.

"Off to England, excellent," he said, faking a British accent.

"It's a very nice touch sir," she said smiling.

"I love you, I'll see you later," he said, leaning over the desk to give her a kiss before he walked out the door. Cassidy shook her head as she watched him walk out the front door.

*****

The dark alleyway that he slunk down smelled of death and age. As he checked over his shoulder for the hundredth time, he slowly pulled out the dark brown wand from his back pocket.

Ever so quietly, he tapped the wall directly to his left. The moss covered walls, with slime slowly dripping down onto the ground groaned as it moved to allow him access. As soon as the opening was wide enough, he turned himself sideways to shimmy in.

Once inside he quickly tapped the wall, making the hole close again. He sighed in relief, then quickly turned and leaned against the wall. He slid down the wall and rested his head on his knees, taking deep, soothing breaths.

Commander. That was the one thought going through his head, I need to reach the commander. He knew though, that the commander would not land in Britain for another two hours at least.

The man held his breath as he heard footsteps directly on the other side of the wall. His hear beat accelerated, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. "Ou est-il?"

"Je ne sais pas," the other man answered.

"Allez-ca," the first man yelled angrily.

"Vite," the second man confirmed.

The French they were speaking was difficult for the man to understand with the thick wall that separated them.

The cell phone that he was instructed to carry at all times vibrated in his pocket.

"Cosa?" the man snapped.

"Nope, no comprendo, sorry, English only for me, man," the commander spoke through the phone.

"Ah, comandante," the man sighed in relief.

"Yup," the commander said cheerily, abruptly his mood changed as he asked, "What happened?"

"It was, eh, not a good. I got everything finished, but… they caughted me almost… I think that they know who I are… I do know not what to do," the man said panicking. His accent was clearly Italian. The man had always been disappointed that English was the language he had never become fluent in.

"Go down to my office… you know which entrance. I'll be there in an hour," the commander said, "you'll be safe there. Good work."

"Come on, come on, we need to get them out of here," a man in a navy blue cloak yelled over the pouring rain to three men in dark green robes.

"Where are we bringing them again?" the tallest of the three asked.

"The Commander, apparently they were appointed by him," the man in the navy blue cloak answered.

"Shall I tag them now or later, sir?" the oldest of the three asked. His back was arching slightly, and his movements were jerky and uncoordinated. No one would guess, though, that he was 126 years old.

"Now would be fine Randal," the navy blue cloaked man said.

"Wait, James and Jacob Canter?" the last man asked.

"Did you know them?"

"Yes, they were doing some scouting for Sirius Black… apparently he is trailing this girl."

"Really… I wonder who killed them… it looks like your average killing curse," the tallest of the three said.

"Come on, the rain isn't good for the bodies, we need to preserve them," the man in the navy cloak yelled.

"What were they doing here of all places? This is the Sacred Ground of Gilderoy! There's a muggle campground less than a mile from here!"

"Move, move, I must tag them," the oldest man said. He quickly waved his wand creating glass-like body bags and plastic white cards that clearly displayed their names and ages. The men were now ensconced in something that resembled stasis pods. "Now you may take them."

The two other men in green cloaks levitated the two brothers and apperated them back to the base.